I'm Not a Weak Beta Wolf

Thalia Whitmore was the Alpha of the Star Pack—a rare female Alpha.

And I, Cassian Hawthorne, her Beta, had the fortune of becoming her mate.

At least, that’s what I believed—until that day.

We were on our way to the Sacred Mountains for the pre-mating vow ceremony when rogues ambushed us.

Alpha Thalia escaped. I wasn’t so lucky.

They bound me in silver chains and tortured me with fire and thorns, demanding to know where Thalia had gone.

I clenched my teeth and refused to betray her. Not a word about her whereabouts passed my lips.

Then they slashed my flesh with poisoned claws and threw me into the Forbidden Moon Grounds—a place reserved for the forsaken. Time carved itself into my bones like blades. I endured a hundred hours of agony. My body shattered. My soul nearly broke.

At last, Alpha Thalia returned, flanked by her pack warriors. She found me.

When they dragged me out, I was bathed in blood, unrecognizable even as a wolf of any known pack.

She roared in fury, commanding her warriors to execute the rogues on the spot. But just before the blades fell, several rogues collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy.

“Alpha Whitmore—it was Silas Everhart who ordered us… Are you really going to kill us? He was your white moonlight!”

Silas Everhart. Thalia’s first love. Her Beta before me. Once prophesied to be the future Alpha of the Sun Pack—until he vanished five years ago. She had publicly claimed him as her fated mate.

I saw it—the flicker in her eyes.

Her gaze wavered. Her breathing grew erratic.

She hesitated.

And in that instant, I knew—everything was over.

When I woke in the healer’s ward, I was alone. Her scent, once so familiar, was gone without a trace.

I summoned the elder who had recorded our bond.

“I want to sever the mate bond with Thalia Whitmore.”

The elder frowned. “It was a mate ceremony formed at the Place of First Encounter. Breaking such a bond will cause unimaginable pain. Are you certain?”

I closed my eyes, and it felt like a silver blade pierced through my chest. My thoughts turned inward.

She had once stayed by my hospital bed three days and nights straight when I was sick with stomach ulcers. She brought the most powerful wolf healers from all corners of the realm.

And now? I was crippled because of her—and she hadn’t left so much as a trace behind.

Until the day she walked through the hospital door as if nothing had happened.

“Cassian, you're awake? You were so careless… The pack doctor said your wounds—thank the moon they’re not fatal…”

She was radiant as ever. Her aura pulsed steadily with power. There wasn’t a hint of exhaustion on her face.

I looked toward the window’s reflection—my swollen face, the jagged scars, my shattered leg still wrapped in bandages. The cost of shielding her with flesh and bone.

“These past ten days… have you even come to see me?” I asked coldly.

She looked away. “Of course… of course I have.”

But I could smell the lie.

There was no trace of her scent in the room. She had never come.

And then she said lightly, as if none of it mattered:

“The doctor said your leg might be fixable with surgery… in half a year. Don’t worry, I’ll stay by your side…”

I almost laughed—she would stay by my side? I had woken up alone.

“Get out.”

I clenched my jaw and turned away, hiding the pain in my eyes.

Only then did she panic.

“Cassian, you’ve misunderstood! Beta Silas, he… he’s been suffering from Mind Corrosion Syndrome all these years. That’s why he joined the rogue attack. He didn’t mean to. He needs me… I just wanted to help him…”

I shut my eyes.

A mate bond is the deepest connection between two souls.

But she—she faltered the moment she heard his name.

I was left broken for her, yet she softened for another wolf.

This mate bond was no longer my glory.

It was my curse.